To Whom it May Concern:
When a new day begins, something filters out of the world. The sky loses a garment, continues a strip show that has gone on for millenia upon millenia. I cannot wait any longer. I am going to fuck the sun with my galactic star vehicle. If I save you from the comet, do not blame me. There is no eulogy for fire.
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